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Annals of Fear II	By : DeathNoteFangirl Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male > Mello/Matt Views: 5803 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Matt felt sick.   He didn't think he would, but the beef curry was sitting like a rock in his stomach.   Any second now, he thought he might have to get out of the car and vomit it into the foliage.    They had both nearly backed out of this.   Matt knew that Mello had been wavering, once it became clear that they would have to split up.    Matt only had to have pushed at that moment and it would have all turned around.   But he didn't.   He agreed to it.

Even once they were down here, during the twenty minutes spent sitting in the car, waiting to see if the engine would stall, Matt could have ended this.   He hadn't.   Now he was sitting here alone, parked up at the side of the road, near to the foot of the mountain.   Twenty yards below, there was a bend in the road.    Around that was Aberystwyth.    He could probably run to the chalets in about ten minutes.   When Mello returned, it would be around that bend.    To his right, the mountain rose unseen in the darkness.   To his left, there were trees.   The same copse that ran up to the edge of the manor house.   There were no ghosts yet.

Matt opened the car door, stepped out and threw up.   There was a flat bottle of coke in the back. He used that to swill across the tarmac, so Mello wouldn't find out.   Then he returned to the car and drank a few hearty gulps.    He checked the road ahead, then his 'phone, which was charging off the car battery.   Mello equally wouldn't be happy about that.   He'd made Matt turn off his headlamps, just to conserve the power.    As if that would make a difference.   Nothing in this fucking town was obeying the laws of Physics right now.

There were figures walking towards the car.   Matt became perfectly still, watching their approach.   They were uncomfortably close, before he had ascertained that the one at the back was Mello.    Matt exhaled.    This was awful.   He half-suspected that it was also Mello's way of proving something to him.   That if push came to shove, it was Mello who was the truly dangerous one in their relationship.   They were close enough now for Matt to see the faces of the two men.   They were younger than he had imagined they would be.   Late teens, early twenties.   Both of them heavily-set, puffing with the exertion up the hill.

Matt already had the back door unlocked.    He heard Mello's gruff tone bark out, "Open the door."   One of the men did.   He stared at Matt with terrified brown eyes, within an ashen face, mottled with red blotches.    He seemed about to say something. Perhaps to plead.   But Mello called out, "All the way in."   He shuffled along to sit behind Matt.   His hands were already cuffed behind his back. The second man was even heavier. The Camaro's suspension lowered just a touch, as he climbed in.   He was crying.    Matt had to turn away, but he depressed the central locking once Mello was in.   The child locks secured the rear doors.    Mello's expression was icy cold.   "Drive."

"Ok." Matt breathed.   He didn't tell Mello how bad his night-vision was in the tint of the goggles either.   He just reversed up the mountain more slowly than was usual.    The passing point was half a mile back.   He could do a three point turn there.

Mello was turned in his seat.   His gun was pointed towards the older of the two men.   His smile was serpentine.   His eyes were darker than Matt had ever known them.    He barely recognised his own husband right now and that froze him inside.   It wasn't sexy.   It was ugly.    It had shades of when he and Mello had first met up again as adults, but much worse.    Matt actually jumped when Mello next spoke.   "So which one of you is Morien and which is Dion?"

"I'm Morien."   The older man whispered.   "I don't know why you're doing this. Never done anything to you."   There was a faint stench of urine.   Matt hoped that whoever it came from had wet themselves before they got into his car.    "Not part of the gangs.   Is it Morien Jones you're after?   In with the Scouse druggies, he is."   He stared at Mello.    They were already at the turning to the manor house's trackway.    Matt stopped the car.   "Is this where you have our Ann-Marie?   Please don't hurt her. Lovely girl, she is."

Mello went on smiling.   "I have a sister."   He told them, in a studiously breezy tone.   "I should say an adopted sister, because no-one would guess our relationship to look at us."   His adamantine gaze bore into the face of Morien Williams.   Mello leaned forward, on his knees, so he could peer over the seat to see Dion Williams too.   "Some people mistake her for a Chinese lady."

"Fwc." Dion's eyes bulged in his face.   "Bod y ferch yn y castell."

"Hush!"   Morien warned, terrified.

"Yes." Mello smirked. "The girl from the castle."    Matt was ready.   He had Deontic's ID up, via Watari and so he pressed to call it and held it up to Mello's ear.    "Awww." Mello affected disappointment, though they had both known that it would go to voice-mail.   "Hello, sis, hope you get this soon.   I have two scumbags who want to tell you how sorry they are for the inconvenience in Aberystwyth."    Matt held the 'phone out, his hand over the screen.

Both brothers stared at it like it might bite.    Morien found his voice, "Really sorry, we are, for scaring you. Wouldn't have hurt you really.   Just a bit of drunken fun, it was." His ears caught up with his tongue.   "I mean, not for you. Realise that now. Wouldn't have hurt you, we wouldn't."

Dion just squeezed out a sobbing, "Sorry!"

Matt withdrew the 'phone and held it to Mello's ear again. He rasped into it, "Speak to you later, sis."

Mello glanced to check that Matt's own semi-automatic was in his hand.   "Now we're going to go for a little walk.   If you do everything that you're told to do, then you're going to get out of this alive.   If you don't, then one call is going to alert my colleagues.   Tell me,"   Mello's gaze moved languidly from brother to brother, "have you ever seen the remains of a lady shot up the cunt?"   He affected a sadness, but his smile was still there.   His gaze wasn't right. It scared Matt.    "It's not pretty.   But you fuck with my sister and I fuck with yours.   Only harder."

Matt pointed his Beretta at Dion.   Mello opened his door and unfurled himself onto the tarmac.    At a click of the controls, the child locks were deactivated.   Mello was ready, with his hand on the handle.   In the cruel illumination of the car's inside lights, Matt could see that it was Dion who had urinated.   It had pooled on his seat.   The young Welshman shrieked now. "I'm sorry! I'm really sorry!"

"Pity."   Mello replied.   Matt's gun was covering Morien now.   Matt scrambled backwards, onto the passenger seat, to be able to have a clearer sight.

Morien's head was bowed.   He was petrified.   He looked up at Matt, the pleading in his eyes. "Please."   He said, just once.

Mello called, sharply, "Morien, you have the count of five to get out here or I start with a bullet in your brother's head."   There was a pause.   "One."

Dion screamed, "Mo! Os gwelwch yn dda! Mo!"

"Two."

Morien found a strength inside, unless his panic had taken another form in flight.   He rushed out, knocking against the seat and nearly falling into the road.   Matt jumped out too and locked up the car. Mello had them covered, with a gun in each hand.    Matt hadn't asked his strategy for capturing the pair.   He thought he could piece it together now.   The sinking realisation hit Matt that it had been him who had given Mello their address.    He had it memorised.   It had felt like the perfect revenge for their attack on Deontic.   Now it just felt horrific.

"There are my good boys." Mello said, delighted.   "Up there now."   They were parked on the road, directly opposite to the trackway leading to the manor house.    The brothers exchanged glances, then stumbled forward into it.   "Here we go."   Mello followed, with Matt trailing just half a step behind.   "Just do as you're told and we'll call all debts repaid in full.    Ann-Marie will be returned home and you can put it all behind you.   That will be something to look forward to, won't it?"

Morien replied, shakily, "We are sorry."

"I know you are." Mello said, his tone dripping sarcastic understanding.   "And I'm sure that you'll remember this moment, when the next lady crosses your path.   You will be the picture of chivalry.   A proper knight in shining armour."   Mello saw what was ahead.   "Stop at the gate."

They came to a shuffling halt.    Matt shivered, too close to the house for comfort here.   Mello appeared completely relaxed.   His gaze, though, was predatory; Matt saw now the difference between the reality and their bedroom games.    He really wanted a cigarette.

Morien mumbled, "Yn union wneud fel y dywed, hyd nes y gallwn ni ddod o hyd i ffordd allan o hyn."

Mello smiled, "What a good idea.   Now face me."   He waited, until they had turned around.   "Incidentally, I do speak Welsh. Yes, Dion, do what I say and you will get out of this.   Isn't that what I've been telling you all along?"   He surveyed them both. "Now which of you is the bravest?   Because one of you is going to run into that house and fetch me something, while the other stays and keeps us company.   Who will it be?"   They both just stared at him, their eyes wide.   "Eeny, meeny, miney, mo.   Oh! Mo!"   Mello giggled. "Morien, come and let my colleague uncuff you.   You'll feel much better."

Matt glanced at Mello.   He didn't have the keys.   He probably had some to fit on his key-ring.    But these were some of the cuffs taken from their bedroom back home and left in the boot of the car. He would rather Mello not know that he could remove them at will.   "Keys?"

"My pocket."

Morien's back was turned.   Matt unzipped Mello's jacket pocket and took out the keys. He found half a chocolate bar in there and noted where it was.   Morien's hands were released. Matt hurried behind Mello.   Dion just stood there, tears and snot running together in rivulets, down to his chin, and dripping onto his chest.    Morien sounded just as shaky, even affecting a false bravado, "Ên i fyny, Dion."   His brother nodded. "Bydd yn cael ei iawn."

"Look at me." Mello commanded and Morien turned again.   "The backdoor of that house is unlocked. The power cut has affected it too, so you'll have to light a candle to see.   There is one on the fridge, right at the end of the passageway.   Have you got something to light it with?"

"No."

Matt debated giving him the wind up torch.   He wasn't sure that he had two lighters on him.    He was saved by Dion's quivering voice, "Lighter in my jeans pocket, there is."

"Get it." Mello ordered.   Morien hurried in front of his brother and took the opportunity to hug him, before quickly finding the lighter.    "Good. Now we're all fine.   Go through the kitchen, into the room beyond.   You will see a staircase.   In front of the staircase, there is a sledgehammer.    Pick up the sledgehammer and bring it and the candle out here."   Morien's gaze boggled.   "You have two minutes to complete this task.   Off you go.   Dion, on your knees please."

Morien glanced once at his brother, then fled into the courtyard.   Matt reached into Mello's pocket and took out the chocolate bar.   He broke off a strip of squares in his hand, then fed it to his husband. Mello chuckled.   Matt returned the bar and lit a cigarette.   Then he hunted on the floor for the rest of the chocolate dropped earlier that evening.   It gave him something to do to take his mind off what was happening.    The wrappers were a little damp, but he was sure that the chocolate inside was fine.

"Us three are going to get over this wall."   Only now was there a faint trace of wariness in Mello's eyes. Matt knew that his husband was thinking of the shadowy female figure from before.   He knew he was himself.   Matt hopped over the wall, keeping his gun trained on Dion.   "Over there, please, Dion. There's a good boy."    He struggled with his hands behind his back, but made it on the sixth attempt.    Mello vaulted it without another second's pause.   "Now we walk up a bit."

There was a sudden yell from the courtyard.   "Got it!"   Morien was hurrying past the Land Rover, brandishing the sledgehammer.   He soon let it drop, but it was enough to demonstrate that he had done as he was told.   He couldn't see them. They weren't by the gate and the yew tree was shielding them from view.

Dion looked back at Mello, hope in his gaze, "Is that it? Can we go?"

"Are you not having fun?" Mello asked, in mock surprise.   He pushed Dion down onto his knees, then yelled, "Morien stay right there.   By the Land Rover.   We haven't finished."

"Oh no." Dion choked. "Torture, is it?   Oh God, please!"

Mello's eyes lit up.   "Oh! You do tempt me."   He encircled the kneeling Dion. Matt was frozen still, his mind reeling.   "Morien, can you hear me?"

"Yes." Morien called back, anxiously, from beside the vehicle. "Please don't hurt him."

Mello ignored him. "I want you to go along the side of the house, until you find the shutter doors leading into the basement.   Go and stand by them."

There was a pause, then he replied, "Ok."

Mello dragged Dion back up by the scruff of his neck and hurried them along the wall, behind the stable, then out level with the basement doors.   "Hello there, Morien."    He shoved Dion into the wall and held him, with the gun at his temple.   The young man cried out.   "Here is what is going to happen.   You are going to take your candle down into that basement. You will find a huge pile of coal.   You will climb over it to the south-eastern corner.   There you will find a waist high door.   Go through it, into the chamber behind."   Mello paused. "Have you followed this so far?"

"Yes." Morien replied, tightly.

"Repeat it back to me please."

"Basement. South-east corner. Door. Go through it."

Mello nodded. "Good boy. It's helpful that you are bright. It can speed this along for us all."   He shifted position, holding Dion more firmly against the wall.   Matt stood behind, smoking and keeping his semi-automatic trained on Morien.   "Once in there, you will find a tall rock.   Ignore that.    Step around it and look up.   You will see a wall, which bulges out.   It is just normal bricks.   Smash it open with the sledgehammer and bring me what you find inside. Understood?"

Dion cried out, "Morien!"

Morien just seemed rooted to the spot.   "Say what?"

"Repeat it back to me." Mello called out, gleefully.   "Come on, Morien. We've worked so well together so far."

"Go through the door. Find a wall bulging out. Smash it. Bring you what's inside."   The Welshman's face shone pale in the sudden moonlight.   "That's right, is it?"

Mello sighed, "It's a pain in the arse having younger siblings, isn't it, Morien?   Both in danger now. But you're a good, big brother to them, aren't you?   You're going to get them home safely to their Mama."   There was such a long pause that they thought Morien wasn't going to go through with it.   "Still with us, Morien?"

There was a suggestion of a 'yes' in the breeze.

"Right."   Mello waited another beat, then asked loudly, "How old were you when I shot you in the head, Dion?"

Morien called back, "I'm going!"   But he didn't move. "What is it I'm finding in there?"    Mello's second gun rose and shot into the air. Both brothers screamed; even Matt jumped back.

"That was a warning." Mello snarled. "I don't give two.   You have..."

"I'm going!"   Morien yelled, hysteria in his voice.   "Dion, wneud fel y dywed. Byddaf yn ôl i chi. Don't shoot him."   He bent with an effort and heaved back the basement doors.   Matt silently mused on whether he would fit through the little door. Morien Williams wasn't very tall, but he was wide.   He glanced back before starting to descend the stairs.    Then called out, "Just lighting my candle!"

They saw the glow from within, flickering wildly, then disappearing.   Very faintly, they heard the crunch of his footsteps, as he started his journey over the coal.    Then nothing.   It felt very exposed on that mountainside.   The wind was hardly buffered at all by the wall and seemed to swirl about them.   It was icy.    The darkness behind them felt watchful.   Mello and Matt both knew that being outside the actual grounds was no defence here.   Century had had his heart-attack halfway up the mountain at their backs.   They might as well be in the house for all that could besiege them here.   Then there was the manor itself, so close and dark.   Looming for all its squat aspect.   Matt stared at the open basement doors.   They gaped like the jaws into Mello's own personal hell.   The Slav was staring into them.   Dion trembling beneath him.

The waiting felt like it lasted for hours.   They couldn't even hear the hammering.   Morien could be standing in the basement shitting himself, for all they knew.   Or he could have found the exit that Fenian evidently unearthed.   He could be halfway to Aberystwyth, bringing the police down on their heads.     Then they heard an almighty scream and a scrambling.    Dion seemed to stop breathing.   But Morien did not emerge from the basement doors.   There was no sign of his candlelight.   They waited a full minute.

"Mmm." Mello spoke, eventually.   "You'd better go and see what happened to your brother."

Dion's face was a rictus mask of fear.   Sweat poured, glistening, from every pore.   His eyes wore a glassiness, rolling back until mostly the whites were showing.   He slumped heavily and Mello couldn't hold him.   The Slav stepped backwards, staring down at the Welshman.

"Fainted?" Matt asked.   Dion's back became rigid and he arched, balancing on shoulders and the heels of his feet. It looked unnatural.   He seemed possessed.    The whole bulk of him was off the ground.   Matt glanced at Mello.   Mello had both guns pointed at the young man on the ground.   There was a drawn out sigh, then no corresponding inhalation.   There was a moaning wail from across the wall.   Mello's head shot up.   Matt froze to the spot.

"0 moj Isuse, oprosti nam naše grijehe." Mello began, as running footsteps sounded to their right.   He forced his gaze sideways, just as Morien erupted from the basement and careered towards them.   The wailing came from him.   At their feet, Dion began thrashing.   "Epileptic." Mello said, unnecessarily, looking shaken.   Matt nodded.   Morien reached the drystone wall and, for all his weight, wasted no time scaling it.   A couple of large rocks toppled down, narrowly missing his brother's head.    Morien thrust a human femur into Matt's hand and carried on running a few feet up the mountain slope.   There he stumbled and slid most of the way back down to them.   Mello glanced anxiously at the basement doors. They remained open and dark.   It felt threatening.   Morien opened his mouth and screamed at the top of his lungs.

Matt inspected the thigh bone. His mind searched desperately for the first aid for epilepsy.   He was sure that being handcuffed on a freezing mountainside, with Mello's guns pointing at you, wasn't part of it.   He uttered a tiny laugh, but it was to relieve the tension.   It wasn't worth helping the lad.   Mello was going to shoot them.   They'd seen their faces.

Mello swallowed. "Just the one bone, Morien?"

Morien shook his head, terror making him mute.    Then he seemed to notice his brother's seizure for the first time.   "Ah! Fwc! Ah! Fwc!"

"Just tell us what we need to know and it's finally all over."

"Whole skeletons!   Five or ten of them and..." Morien's tongue failed him.    He sat there, shaking his head, so far beyond terror that he was entering shock.

"Was it five or ten?" Mello asked.   "Search him."     Matt was shaking.   He hurried to Morien's side and began patting him down, pulling out his pockets.   There were several used tissues; a screwed up lottery ticket; some loose change; a set of keys; a mobile 'phone; a lighter; and a car parking ticket stub. Morien was just rocking.    Matt stood and shook his head at Mello.   Mello bellowed. "Five or ten?"

"Ten." Morien moaned.   "Something like ten."

"Right." Mello stomped over and glared down, over his gun, at him. "Anything else."   Matt kicked rocks away from Dion's thrashing body.   The man's arms were probably broken by now.   Matt glanced back at Mello, bracing himself for the moments when the shots came.    Morien had tried to say something. "What was that?"

Morien looked straight into his eyes, "The Devil." He pointed back at the wall.

"In there?" Mello demanded.   Morien nodded.    Mello sneered, "Well good luck with that."   He turned and grabbed Matt's arm.   "Next time you terrorise a lady, you remember this. You really do remember this."    Mello marched them away, along the wall.   Matt was jogging to keep up, then Mello started running too and Matt fled with him, his lungs protesting in ragged breaths.    They were at the hedge before Mello stopped. "This is not fucking good. Not fucking, bastard good!"   He kicked at the drystone wall, then leapt over it.   "Matty, come on."

Matt blinked, wondering why he wasn't being called Mail.   He gasped for air, but took a jump at the wall and made it over.   Mello half dragged him the few yards to the car.    Matt fumbled for his keys and had them taken off him by Mello.    Mello opened the door and rushed in.    Matt followed.   He caught his breath in the passenger seat, while Mello turned the ignition. The car started first try.   "Fuck." Matt gasped and lit a cigarette.   "I honestly thought you were going to shoot them."

Mello gave him a long, dark look.   "They're Welsh.   I kill them there and we'll have Gwrach-y-Rhibyn on our backs again."   Then he punched the dashboard and roared out his frustration.     Matt flinched.   "Up or down?"    Mello demanded. Matt stared at him.   "That was my part over. I said you could have the case afterwards. Where do you need to be, Mail? Up or down?" Matt took a deep drag. Mello glared, "Quickly, Mail, before I lose my fucking nerve."

Matt swallowed.   He had to admit to himself that he was actually scared of Mello right now.   He had to admit that and let it go.   Yet visions of the flat in Southampton were right there.   Mello's breakdown, which had nearly killed them both.    His own plan was simply to explode the house now. They had the bombs. They were in the car, ready but for the charge.    All it took was the courage to say this to Mello, then to go back up that trackway.   Ten minutes, they could be done.   If he'd had the sense to take the cases with them, it would have already been done.    Yet he heard Mello's breathing and his own voice saying, "Down."

"Fine."

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